When I hang up clean clothes in my closet, they push the older-but-still-clean ones farther to the back. No biggie of course when I’m hanging clean stuff up.

But then later when I glance farther into the closet absentmindedly, I see shirts that I haven’t worn for awhile and get a little sad. I feel like they’re missing out on life, that they have no meaning to me anymore, that somehow these threads are sad.

Then I’ll pull out an old shirt, wear it around for five minutes and then take it off in exchange for a newer, cleaner one.

Then the whole ordeal is still on my mind an hour later and I end up writing about it because I feel guilty.

I have problems — I know, I know.

#fashion #confessional